“You cannot be angry that I no longer like you!” “Of course I can! You helped. You’re nice. You’re handsome, and you brushed my hair. Of course I want you to like me.” She tilted her head speculatively. “But you want stories, don’t you? Let me tell you a story, cleric of Singing Hills—” Almost Brilliant screamed offense, throwing herself off Chih’s shoulder, and Nhung retreated, waving frantically to drive Almost Brilliant off.
